The first clowning achievement
The reason I started this was not only to share my poetry and thoughts, but also because my youth pastor suggested I start one. Therefore here is my first post which will be the poem that inspired the title of my blog
Our Clowning Achievements
Fill in all the holes you have in your heart
with many things of no real substance
so it seems your mind may be in absence
when the show is about to start
I can look at that canvas and fear
the song in my ear, in my head as it pounds
A voice shouts, "Send in the Clowns"
But who would have known, they were already here
Arrived home late from that 3-ring circus
smudged your smile 6 inches wide
what's underneath that you're trying to hide?
You're honestly not that worthless
Upset, because you're not the main attraction?
Just a stand in for the kids to appreciate
talk to the bearded lady, she can relate
However, she gets no positive reaction
No she can't relate, that's how she truly looks
At least you have the paint to hide behind
No one can tell what's on your mind
Or maybe clowns are open books
Your garb much like your heart is polka dots
Large holes randomnly covering most of a plain
Am I wrong when I say "Clowns feel no pain?"
No pain? Maybe this is true, only if clowns are robots
Fill in all the holes you have in your heart
with many things of no real substance
so it seems your mind may be in absence
when the show is about to start
I can look at that canvas and fear
the song in my ear in my head as it pounds
To me It shouts, "Send in the Clowns"
Look in the audience, they're already here
Shot out of a cannon, a real sight to see
Become the daredevil, take off your curly colored hair
Forget all you've known, you don't really care
The finale of the show is where you should be
I know it's easier to be something you're not
But have you lost touch with who you really are?
Step out of the curcus, this has gone to far
Or keep the paint on and just act like you forgot
The audiences attitude depends on you
Or maybe you rely on their judgment
Either way your performance receives no comment
Simply overshadowed by the dog that plays cazoo
Over-rated, under-appreciated whatever happened contentment
Highly-awaited, fascinated, all for no ones enjoyment
Degraded, outdated, no more employment
The life of a clown, a life that does not appeal
Because all it requires is to live a lie
Don't let the moral pass you by
The life of a clown is the only life that's real
Fill in all the holes you have in your heart
with many things of no real substance
so it seems your mind may be in absence
when the show is about to start
I can look at that canvas and fear
the song in my ear, in my head as it pounds
To all of us It shouts "Send in the Clowns"
But look around we are already here
This poem is about how people are more or less clowns whether they notice it or not. How individuals put on their paint to act like they are either happy or sad whether it be to extract pity or to convince people that all is well. When people are alone they change and put on a show when they are around others. We all do it at some point, however some people do it all the time while others just do it when it's convenient. It also shows how people fill the holes in their heart by doing things that are out of character to esape their pain. It further goes on to discuss how human beings usually are never fully satisfied which is why they always want to be on the highest level of what they are good at. But sometimes no matter how hard we all try we must taste failure and accept our failures, learn from them, and accept that we are already here doing the best we can. That's my moral for today. Goodnight, God Bless!
Our Clowning Achievements
Fill in all the holes you have in your heart
with many things of no real substance
so it seems your mind may be in absence
when the show is about to start
I can look at that canvas and fear
the song in my ear, in my head as it pounds
A voice shouts, "Send in the Clowns"
But who would have known, they were already here
Arrived home late from that 3-ring circus
smudged your smile 6 inches wide
what's underneath that you're trying to hide?
You're honestly not that worthless
Upset, because you're not the main attraction?
Just a stand in for the kids to appreciate
talk to the bearded lady, she can relate
However, she gets no positive reaction
No she can't relate, that's how she truly looks
At least you have the paint to hide behind
No one can tell what's on your mind
Or maybe clowns are open books
Your garb much like your heart is polka dots
Large holes randomnly covering most of a plain
Am I wrong when I say "Clowns feel no pain?"
No pain? Maybe this is true, only if clowns are robots
Fill in all the holes you have in your heart
with many things of no real substance
so it seems your mind may be in absence
when the show is about to start
I can look at that canvas and fear
the song in my ear in my head as it pounds
To me It shouts, "Send in the Clowns"
Look in the audience, they're already here
Shot out of a cannon, a real sight to see
Become the daredevil, take off your curly colored hair
Forget all you've known, you don't really care
The finale of the show is where you should be
I know it's easier to be something you're not
But have you lost touch with who you really are?
Step out of the curcus, this has gone to far
Or keep the paint on and just act like you forgot
The audiences attitude depends on you
Or maybe you rely on their judgment
Either way your performance receives no comment
Simply overshadowed by the dog that plays cazoo
Over-rated, under-appreciated whatever happened contentment
Highly-awaited, fascinated, all for no ones enjoyment
Degraded, outdated, no more employment
The life of a clown, a life that does not appeal
Because all it requires is to live a lie
Don't let the moral pass you by
The life of a clown is the only life that's real
Fill in all the holes you have in your heart
with many things of no real substance
so it seems your mind may be in absence
when the show is about to start
I can look at that canvas and fear
the song in my ear, in my head as it pounds
To all of us It shouts "Send in the Clowns"
But look around we are already here
This poem is about how people are more or less clowns whether they notice it or not. How individuals put on their paint to act like they are either happy or sad whether it be to extract pity or to convince people that all is well. When people are alone they change and put on a show when they are around others. We all do it at some point, however some people do it all the time while others just do it when it's convenient. It also shows how people fill the holes in their heart by doing things that are out of character to esape their pain. It further goes on to discuss how human beings usually are never fully satisfied which is why they always want to be on the highest level of what they are good at. But sometimes no matter how hard we all try we must taste failure and accept our failures, learn from them, and accept that we are already here doing the best we can. That's my moral for today. Goodnight, God Bless!
posted by Jimmy at 8:21 PM
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